Personal Log, Noemi Laporte

I left Simms and I went with these Fedayeen into their ship, this surreal circus of a ship, this 

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They have me in this red room, red walls, red lights. I don't know how long it's been. Guessing more than two weeks. They've taken out most of the cables and IVs; I'm down to a wire in the back of my neck. There is exercise equipment and I use it. Have to stay strong.

People come and talk to me and they all say their name is Al-Da'wa even though the faces and the bodies and the sexes keep changing.

I've had the strangest dreams. Ken is loud in my sleep, whispering about the end of the world. I wake up choking on blood and caked in ash. Sometimes the nightmares do not stop when my eyes open. A man named Sam ran from me and I chased him through crystal halls into a place where two women screamed his name and died. He threw me back into wakefulness and I can't even remember his face.

Simms. The Wargods.

Spent a long time mourning. Never wanted to sit in a cockpit again. Never wanted to fight.

Done with that. Almost broke; didn't. Won't now, won't ever. I have a mission:

1) Find out what the hell is happening in my head.
2) Finish my list.
3) Find Simms.
4) End the war. One way or another.
5) If Ken is real: stop whatever is about to happen.

And a list of names. Going to be thorough about this list.

Targets:
1) Admiral Anita Lopez, GTD Carthage
2) Sergei Gwilym, Gaian Effort
3) The traitor in the UEF who sold out Elder Taudigani (who?)
4) Admiral Chiwetel Steele, GTD Atreus
5) Rear Admiral Verena Leinonen, GTD Imperieuse
6) Secretary-General Dmitri Toqueville, Galactic Terran Assembly

They told me to push this button when I was ready to leave the room. So: here we go.
